"Go to the ant, you sluggard!
Consider her ways and be wise,
Which, having no captain,
Overseer or ruler,
Provides her supplies in the summer,
And gathers her food in the harvest.
How long will you slumber, O sluggard?
When will you rise from your sleep?
A little sleep, a little slumber,
A little folding of the hands to sleep—
So shall your poverty come on you like a prowler,
And your need like an armed man."
Morning traffic jams are no fun, especially if you're late for work. But in every one of those cars is a person who is providing for the needs of their own, day in and day out. These are the folks who make this country run. God bless them today.
Pastor Phil Owens
